Tatted, black hair, feisty elder emo with a past that has kept me eternally, weirdly young. Why am I here? Well...
I know masochism. I know violence. I know the places where those things sometimes overlap with BDSM. But if I'm honest, I don't really know BDSM.
I'm here to learn. To understand whether parts of my past can exist in a healthier, less acute form, or whether they're simply things I will always carry. I am taken, and I intend to stay that way, but to not implode, I'm here, online, seeking silently.
What I'm looking for is information, conversation, decompression, and honest exploration. I want to vent. I want to think. I want to see how far words alone can take me before I ever consider anything beyond them. Maybe this helps me understand myself. Maybe it helps me become a better partner. Time will tell.
For now, this feels like the lesser of all evils.
If you're looking to meet quickly, I'm not your person. If your idea of connection is collecting endless photos instead of having meaningful conversations, I'm definitely not your person.
Use your words.
Challenge me. Teach me. Engage my mind. Create tension, curiosity, anticipation—without ever laying a hand on me. If words can move me, maybe I will reconsider a lot of things. But I won't move fast. This will take time. Are you clever enough to dig into me that way?Â
Respect my privacy, and I'll respect yours.
Sapiosexual dominance. Fuck my mind before anything else. Bring it. I get bored easily.
My anonymity is important until I get to know you.